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Cassandra Trelawney (blondemagic) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,

"Mm!" she nodded enthusiastically. There had been a lot of interesting things in that classroom and the strange woman in the professor's quarters had indicated it was all up for grabs. So here Cassandra was with her typewriter. "I am trying to learn how to type - quickly. The layout of the letters is silly but Scorpius says we'll need a 'computer' for the Muggle interactions and typing is, apparently, part of that." She enjoyed his story though. It was a sweet memory.

"If we move out of the school," she corrected softly, biting her bottom lip. Harry was right. "There is no guarantee that the castle will let us go." As much as she volunteered to be the one to find out, she didn't know that Harry would ever take her up on it. "Would not sand or some such be best for glass?"

Her eyebrows went up and she leaned forward, elbows on the desk, head on her hands, "I wasn't sure he'd actually try. He's such a sad boy. I think I've become his new mother." Cassandra paused for a moment, just to laugh at the ridiculousness of the idea. But she hadn't answered Peter yet. "I don't know how we are going to manage the 'computer' part of this. It would be so much easier if we could just do things face-to-face. So I suppose I am just frustrated."